those of a kind [open]

These old streets.

Wolf walked through the vast streets, a cold bottle of grog in his hand and his Zanpakutō laden over his shoulder. As he past the people around him were dropping from the pure spirit pressure he exuded. Beings who were weak soon fell foaming at the mouth just from this, but they weren't his concern. Wolf had sensed something within this area, he had only been in the human world for a few days but something was odd about this place. The slums were always bustling with those of some strength, hollows, arrancar hell even some ex shinigami were around here..... but this one was different.

so the pups come to play?

the men had surrounded him, they brandished their weapons encircling Wolf. Wolf stood there slowly sipping his grog as he looked at these kids. How fun it was, more sheep running to the slaughter. Wolf stretched out as these men were mumbling, contemplating what the hell what was about to happen.

You shouldnt have come here WELL KILL..

The words were cut short, wolfs hand was grasped over the face of the man. As the fingers dug into his face the pure strength of wolf lifting him off of his feet. With a bit of a chuckle at the flailing man Wolf enclosed his hand the head within it? pooping like a zit spewing blood over the other men around him. They all squirmed back scared of this man, and so they should be. Wolf walked slowly back to his position picking up his grog, a bit of a smile at these awe struck mercs. As he began walking ahead he took another swig out of his bottle. and letting out a small sigh he spoke.

What a waste, not even worth dropping my grog.

But as he continued on in these streets his spirit pressure launching out touching every crack, like a beacon he stood there looking awaiting something more. It seemed as though he was still searching.... waiting for something, or someone.

A casual walk for the mad hound.

Something was different about this place, as the girl killed the hollow his attention turned. It wasn't often that he saw such infighting between slum rats. And as he looked upon this girl he realized just why she was fighting. Without warning he launched into action, within seconds he was beside her. As he looked up to the face of this girl fenrir casually drifting through the air towards her, he smelt something. The same smell he once had, that casting smell that he use to hold..... who was this girl? As he stood there he looked upon her, she wasn't a horrible looking girl. For some reason she had concealed her right eye with the crappiest makeshift eye patch he had seen. Usually at this point wolf would've let fenrir rip through her torso and wander off.... but there was something about her, this aura that was casting off her it felt so familiar.

Who the fuck are you..........

Wolf s sword sat not moving, as he lunged forward his distraction seemed to bring about a bit of an advantage for Natalia. Wolf tripped over himself tumbling forward until he finally crashed into the wall of an old abandoned building. As he rose the hand of the man buried into the wall, cracks appearing all over forming great fissures in the building Wolf rubbed his head. he looked back to this girl a look of confusion on his face. Behind him the building collapsed the cracks and fissures growing so great that it was too much for them to handle.

Now, ya little wanna be pirate. I asked you a question, who the hell are you?

AS he Stood there his hand now retreating to his pocket and his other hand sitting on the hilt of fenrir he let his spirit pressure reach out clasping anything that got in his was, it would be heavy almost hard to breath under this strength.... Wolf was ready for what was to come next.

These old streets.

This girl seemed a bit impudous and arrogant, wolf like that. she managed to insult him and then stand there as if nothing was wrong. Wolf smelt something he had smelt before from this girl, something so familiar but he couldn't figure it out. With a bit of a chuckle he wiped the over hanging hair from his eyes, it wasn't often he found a girl so willing to go toe to toe with him regardless of their difference in power.

the place around them was in a bit of an upturn at these 2 standing here, the streets that were not a second ago littered with people. Wolf couldn't help but letting out a laugh. With a small smile he watched this girl a bit of an envy in his eyes. That freedom she held ... how he longed for it. Scratching his head he let out a word to this girl to see just what she was like.

you intrigue me ... tell me what drives you kiddo, strength, passion or is just the plain ol dumbassary and knowing ill break you in 2?

his words drifted out casually as he let Fenrir sit on his shoulder. He over looked this girl and wondered just what she might do, she was kinda of good looking though wolf never really noticed or gave 2 shits about things like that. Without another second of waiting Wolf had decided that this wasn't any normal girl from that damn smell he could already detect a faint trace of shinigami in her, now what the hell was a shinigami doing here?

your'e a little out of place here aren't you? i mean a shinigami among all of this rabble how unheard of.

With a quick flick of his writs letting fenrir drop to the ground, the air convulsing around the position he let it fall to, soon a massive bust of air launched upward destruction ensuing as a 10 foot crater smashed in beside Wolfs position .... he was ready for a fight ... but was she?

Tonight a comedian died in karakura

The streets were soon to be lined with the cold empty veil that the blood brings, and wolf was loving every moment of it. He circled the girl a large grin moving to his face as this girl managed to keep insulting him, what a delightful little woman. As wolfs eyes shifted to look upon her side that all to intriguing blade caught his eye, this girl wasn't like many others she did have a sense of the pit that was stained in blood that one crawled through to get power and live, unlike most who inherit or are taught the strength they have ..... she was just like him. With a huge hysterical laugh the pure pleasure on the crimsoned haired man face shining through. Without a second though wolf let his foot fall into the ground bellow, the pure force behind it sending a massive shock wave forth, the dust, air and rubble all flying forth towards Natalias position.

no bitch, me saying i'm interested in you means i'm gonna crush your skull in 2 if ya don't put up a fight.

In this moment wolf lunged forward his blade drawn and now swinging down with insurmountable strength, its intent? purely to rip through nat like a piece of cheese. The pure force of this swing was enough to break this little girls guard to shit and send her flying. But wolf wasn't done here, without second thought his second hand, now away from the blade of wolfs, struck downwards in a flat palm. To most it would seem like just a normal strike but to those who was a practitioner of hakuda this was something a little more complex, Tesshō a flat palmed strike that focused all of wolfs own strength at one point. And with wolfs supporting strength if it hit it'd at least break a few bones of nats with ease, not to mention with the amount of air pressure now built up would leave a solid little crater in nats old position.

Ya call me a comedian? The only one i'm laughing at is you idiot. Give it all you got dumb ass, i wanna see just how strong you are, if your a hopeless wreak who cant even throw a solid hit then you don't deserve to live.

In that same instant wolf clasped his hands onto the hilt of fenrir, if the previous hits had landed a surprise was coming to Nat right now. Wolf launched out huge swings of his blade each one of them ripping into the terrain with only strength backing them, the force along would be like being repeatedly being hit by a car, and wolf wasn't gonna stop. Each strike he threw was intent on hitting Nat and solidly ripping her apart unless she moved to do what not many others would do and fucking launch back for once and show some god damn courage. Though somewhere in wolfs mind ... he really hoped she would.

You know i finally figured it out.

This girl had lunged out using her speed to not only avoid his swing but also find her way onto his head. What a defiantly stupid woman, as wolf sat there he watched her fall from his head and launch into her attack. The girl struck at his back with a roundhouse kick , to any it would seem the girl hit with deafening force wolf lightly bending to the side as it struck. then next to come was a jab kick that through the girl back, and yet again the man stood not moving the only motion he even made was folding his arms as the kick hit square to where his spine was with a bit more force. nothing seemed to even faze this man with her attacks, all these massive arcing swings tore through him cutting him, not deeply due to the strength difference between the 2 but by the end of her little swinging onslaught she had managed to cut wolfs back right up. But as she lunged backwards speaking so casually and calmly to him that's when it could be hear, that ear piercing defying laughter the evil grin consuming wolfs face.

Within an instant he was already pressing right at the girls heels, sure she had a bit of speed behind her but wolf was no slouch either. This hand launched out towards the girls face probably to fast to even re-acct to, and even if she could there was a new problem stopping her from cutting him down right now, and that was a hand sitting upon the Handel of the woman's sword holding it in place. His hand was burning up smoking as it the swords little heat trick crashed over it, but from any mans view ... wolf gave no fucks. His eyes sat staring into the girls a brimming smile on his face and the adrenaline coursing through his veins ... he was a maniac and she was now his victim. The other hand of the man came to lightly sit just next to he cheek almost just sitting for a second ...... that was until he grasped onto the girls eye patch ripping it from her face.

What i figured out is the difference between me and you. i kept saying were so fucking similar, ya wanna know the fucking difference idiot? your weak. Don't get me wrong playing with fucks like these rats you must seem like queen bee, but between me and you? ITS LIKE A GOD DAMN WOLF EATING THE CARCASS OF A SHEEP! FIGHT FOR FUCKING REAL YOU DUMB BITCH OR I MAY KILL YA BEFORE I EVEN GET STARTED.

The pure killer instinct of the man would wash over her as he ripped his hand backwards with enough force to take the sword she held from her grasp. At the same time his other hand launched to the hilt of fenrir and rose it above his head. The mans energy ... the "black matter" streamed forth encompassing the two blades as he rose them both up to the top of his head. without a wince of warning he let the blades fall, full intent of ripping her apart with these 2 massive blows. His hand at this point was at the level of some sever burning but it wasn't enough to really stop him.

The arcing swings would have the equivalent force of a steam roller smashing over a man, wolf was set on making this girl get down to business. As his swords fell the black matter shot forward looking to take out anything in front of him, and wolf? well as soon as that swing was done he drove the girls sword into the ground and placing his sword on his shoulder walked back a bit, getting ready for what was next. if this girl managed to avoid the attack which left the ground ripped to pieces and sliced a small building 10 meters away in half.